There was an abrupt loss of human voices in the communication channel, leaving only a noisy background sound. The captain of the Torch gripped the Wind Elemental Detector with his hand, and the green tendons bloomed, staring at the crystals that lit up on it, his eyes bloodshot. "Captain, you'd better come up and have a look!" The frightened cries of sailors could be heard from the deck.

"What's that?" He rushed to the deck, snatched the binoculars from the sailor's hand, the scar on his red skin writhing like a worm, and turned back to everyone and shouted, "I ask you what is that!?" ”

The snow-white clouds form a spectacular mountain and cliff on the wall of the sky, like an island floating in mid-air, and the long headland stretches out towards the mirror-like Kukai, and the edge of the feather is written, writing a bit of dust. And above the blue sky, above the clouds, a small black dot is slowly emerging in everyone's field of vision.

It was a somewhat strange structure, the pitch-black spear attached to the right arm glittering in the sunlight, and a cyan beam of light was sprayed behind it, and the two were almost the same distance between them, and a huge arrow was arranged in a formation of seven.

One formation, two formations...... A total of seven formations emerged from behind the clouds, so small that they only took a spot in the middle of the sky. But everyone on the torch involuntarily raised their heads, their eyes slowly moving in the sky with the huge arrows that unfolded, and everyone opened their mouths slightly, and there was an illusion in their hearts that they were obscuring the sky.

But no one spoke, and no one made a sound.

Even the wind that crossed the ship was drowned out in the loud sound of breathing and heartbeat, thumping. With a click, the captain's telescope fell, and bones rolled on the deck, but no one paid any attention to him, for the humming sound had reached their heads.

"They're down!"

"They're swooping down!"

I don't know who screamed hysterically.

The deck went from still to motion, as if it had been a moment of stagnant time once again flowed, and everyone was looking for a place to hide. Captain Sotolin felt himself being pounced on the ground, and when he looked back, he realized that it was his boatswain, and he finally reacted, and his face turned red and he shouted in a panic:

"Musketeers, musketeers!"

The guns on the side of the ship were useless, they didn't have that angle, and since the swarm of lancers appeared above the clouds at the beginning, the climb rate of the ship was far from being able to reach a speed sufficient to react, and it was not even enough time for it to generate a starting speed.

However, there are still some countermeasures on the deck, ballistas, harpoons and musketeers, magicians, and small wizard towers, which in the past were more than enough to deal with the flying dragons, griffons, and eagles that were slow to fly against the windboats.

But this time, the offensive and defensive sides have changed.

The first wave of attacks had reached the top of the Torch, and the seven lancers suddenly dispersed and roared down.

Raising their muskets alal, the Wizards struggled to aim at the dexterous constructs on the shaky deck - they pulled the trigger at the command, and flame-colored smoke erupted from the chambers, but the bullets lost their kinetic energy before they could reach their effective range.

Even a limited number of hits would only bring up a spark or two from the thick deck of the shield defender.

The black dots in mid-air are rapidly magnifying.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath -

"Relax, relax," the Chosen Captain's Captain shouted from the deck, "get them closer and attack, aim some, hear me, aim some!" ”

The Magus and the Elementals had unleashed their spells, and countless streams of light rose from the deck of the Torch and passed between the seven lancers, a distance far more powerful than the muskets, and in the streamers the two lancers tumbled into fireballs.

Then they disintegrated in mid-air.

Then the harpoons roared, and the spears were shot into the air and struck the lancers, some of them into the giant shields in their hands, but some of them hit the more important parts - the metal deck clangled and pulled out sparks after sparks. One of the lancers was hit in the head with a fork, and as soon as its body was tilted, it lost its balance and spun and fell into the sea of clouds.

But the remaining lancers had already lowered their spears, and a bright flame burst from the tip of the spear, and stretched into golden beams of light that pierced the deck of the Torch. But on the snow-white sails of the ship, arrays of light flashed with green light immediately unfolded, and before the flames could hit them, they had exploded into a mist of ice crystals.

Ice crystals fell one after another.

That's the flame protection circle on the mast in effect.

The construct missed, went down through the smoke, whistled a short distance above the mast, and turned away from the torch. But then the guns on the deck finally opened fire for the first time, and the bullets were like a line of fire, catching up with the lancers from the rear.

At close range, the Wizard finally used its tremendous armor-piercing abilities, and the lead bullet that pierced through the rear deck pierced the core crystal of the lancer, and a flame rose from the crack in the armor, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a flash of fire.

Of the seven structures, only two made it out intact—

There was a burst of cheers from the deck.

But the cheers quickly turned to dead silence.

The second and third waves of lancers flew over the Torch, and they scattered in seven and swooped down. When the spells of the sorcerers and elementals were finally exhausted, beams of golden-red fire bloomed above the blue dome and then vanished.

The glowing blue flame protection circle flashed again, but this time they couldn't completely block all the attacks, and the golden light pierced through the runes that swirled in mid-air, and also burned through the snow-white sails woven by the Silk of Wind Weavers behind.

For the first time, the flames rose, and nine golden beams of light ploughed over the deck, bringing up patches of white light.

Then came the fourth, fifth, and sixth waves of attacks, and the men of the Torch had been disrupted by the whistling lancers, flames rising from the deck, and for a moment smoke billowed from the people, who were already too busy to take care of themselves.

"Artillery, artillery!" Captain Sotorin shouted that the structures had descended to the same height as them.

But the heavy artillery hits too touching compared to the dexterous constructs.

And there really are too many enemies.

From the beginning of the design, the Lancer adheres to a simple and effective idea, its structure is not complicated, the only core components of the whole body are power, energy, flight control and firepower four systems, the rest of the energy is simple.

There are no safeguards, no shields, no backup crystals, no bells and whistles, and even the cooling system is simplified to the extreme—if people were to ask what to do if it was damaged, Fang and Miss Tata would reply:

When it is broken, it is damaged.

This in itself is a kind of construct built under the conditions of mass production, they are clumsy, rigid, and even lack the necessary evasion ability when in an uncontrolled state, they only circle around the target, or maintain a cruise in one direction, they attack in a single way, they are prone to losses, but they have only one advantage:

That's more.

Because they take up enough computing power, they can have enough of them.

Even though it was a grenade with a timed fuse, the Lancer plunged headlong into the barrage that opened in mid-air, and two or three disintegrated in mid-air, but more of the structure flew back and plowed through the massive hull of the Torch with golden beams.

Since the windboat was so huge, there was almost no chance of a miss, and round after round of attacks, and even some beams passed through the gun window, hitting the gun emplacements in the back, and causing a martyrdom, blasting a large hole in the side of the Torch.

Attacks surged in from this opening, and if it weren't for the fact that the place was still far away from the magic guidance warehouse, I was afraid that the Torch would have turned into a tumbling fireball and fell under the sea of clouds.

"Those damn bastards of the Fleur are lying!"

The captain of the Elector rushed in and shouted at Sotorin:

"Where is there only one combat craftsman on that ship, this is ten, at least a whole ten combat craftsmen, a detachment, a whole detachment!"

The ugly scar on Sotorin's face jumped and jumped as he looked at the sky-filled structure, and he was speechless for a moment. An inexplicable thought suddenly popped up in his mind, if the future battles on the air and sea were fought like this, what was the use of the wind boat?

What's the use of these seasoned captains?

No, he shook his head viciously, and that's because the torch was too small. If their ship is big enough - if their ship is big enough, then they will have enough counterattack ability, and these constructs are nothing. Yes, and what about ten combat craftsmen? It is impossible for them to find a hundred, a thousand fighting craftsmen.

What a hate!

Suddenly, he slammed his fist into the bulkhead.

"Mr. Captain, Mr. Captain," the Elector looked at him dumbfounded, "will our ship still be saved?" ”

Of course there is no problem.

The constructs' attack power is too weak, and the Torch is powerless at the moment, but before they sink the Torch, the Seagull and the Flor Descendants should have arrived. Fortunately for the unfortunate, they are not the ones who are alone in the face of these constructs.

In comparison, the Onoi is too unlucky. Sotolin was about to open his mouth to answer, but suddenly frowned - the Ornoi? By the way, what about the Onoi? Wasn't it supposed to be in front of the Flare, and why did the Ornoi disappear from the Wind Element Detector so quickly?

A shudder rose from the captain, who almost snatched out of his captain's chamber—

Over the Torch.

A seventh wave of attacks is arriving.

But unlike the previous waves of constructs, a small golden ball was trailing behind the pitch-black Lancers.

After a momentary pause, they broke away from the formation and whistled down with a buzzing sound towards the smoke of the torches below. In the midst of this fierce battle, at that moment, few people noticed such a detail -

The murmur of Ziz in the communication channel pierced the hearts of everyone around this place like the tip of a needle.

Lair was stunned for a long time before he slowly raised his head, and the point of light representing the torch had disappeared on the star orbiter. The only remaining point of light of the Seagull, like a candle in the wind, was suspended in the muddy dust, flickering and extinguishing.

"Captain, Captain, Mr. Lair......" The magician turned back from the Wind Elemental Detector a little dumbfounded, his mouth dry and for a moment he made no sound.

It was as if the wind rushing through the deck had swallowed up all the sounds, and all that was left in the lower cabins was the screeching sound outside.

The captain stood there motionless in his overcoat.

Lair opened his mouth, and finally squeezed out a sentence in a hoarse voice: "...... Let the Seagull quickly evade, the information is wrong...... The other two guilds, I'll negotiate with them myself......"

"But ......"

"Nothing," Lair's voice was unusually sharp, "the loss of two sailboats in half an hour is nothing more serious than this—at this rate, the other sailboats will not have a chance to get close, and if we continue to fight, we will all be laughed at!" ”

He paused, his voice softening a little: "Win or lose." ”

It was a long time before the aboriginal captain spoke, "Mr. Lair is right. There was a hint of tremor in the other party's voice.

The magician paused for a moment, then nodded hurriedly.

……

"Thirteen lancers lost, Mr. Knight."

There was a glimmer of light in Tata's emerald green eyes, as if he was looking in some distant direction, and the focus of his gaze did not converge on anyone in front of him. She looked in that direction, and after a pause, she reported in a cold, emotionless voice.

Fang Yuan was looking at the clouds circulating from the outside of the air combat deck, the meteorological conditions near Kailanao created an excellent favorable environment for this battle, although Fairy Heart and Miss Tata had been running in for a while, the limit of the range of control over the lancers was only about ten kilometers.

If it weren't for the Cloud Wall environment, the Seven Seas Traveler would be within visual distance of the opponent, and the suddenness of the Lancer's attack would have been much lower. Although they had already discovered in several simulated battles, the Construct had a number of natural advantages when engaging the Windship - such as agility, higher climb rate, greater concealment, and so on.

But they are also aware of the shortcomings of this tactic, and once the opponent concentrates the Wind Knights to use them, the lancers are far less effective.

Moreover, there is still an absolute gap between the two sides in terms of absolute strength, and once the Seven Seas Traveler is encircled, it will be difficult to escape. This is not on Earth, where naval aviation has a combat distance of hundreds of kilometers, and the Fairy Heart on the Seven Seas Traveler is far less powerful for dexterous construction.

The losses in the second round of attacks were greater than in the first round, because the Torch had already prepared for a certain amount after the attack on the Ornoi, not to mention the fact that it also encountered the opponent's Wind Knight squad in the middle.

During the attack on the Ornoi, the Seven Seas Traveler lost only four lancers, but by the time of the Torch, the casualty figure had risen to thirteen, plus two failures in the middle, and seventeen structures were lost before and after, almost half of the structures released in the first wave.

However, the Lancer is only more expensive than the Fire Djinn and the Walker in his build sequence, and is even less valuable than the Angel and the Silver Bee, which is originally a cheap build, and its positioning is a consumable.

And seventeen constructs, in exchange for two sailboats, this exchange ratio is enough to rewrite history.

It's a pity that as the secret weapon of the Seven Seas Brigade, he is destined not to take the initiative to reveal the details of this battle for a long time. One might have to wonder for a long time what was going on behind the scenes of the battle over Kailano.

Mei Yi opened her mouth slightly and couldn't close it for a long time, and her eyes flickered slightly:

"I, we...... Two ships have already been sunk......? ”

She looked at the others in disbelief.

If it weren't for the belief that these people wouldn't lie to herself, Miss Knight would almost have thought that she had been conspired to do it.

Fang Yu only nodded silently.

"Release two more waves, Miss Tata, and make up for the loss."

"Where's the rest of the ship?"

"It's retreating, but it's still in front of us, Mr. Knight."

"Then let the attack cluster turn, and we'll go straight through."

There was at least one attack cluster of the same size in the library, which was the inventory he had worked overtime these days to get out - with the Earth Source Crystal, the simple idea of the Lancer was too easy to replenish, and Fang Yuan was not afraid of losses.

He looked at the sea of clouds in the sky, and his tone was full of certainty.

……

On that day, the inhabitants of Kailanau, travelers and caravans passing through the Great Pass, witnessed this spectacle.

In the description of later generations, the battle of this day is written as follows:

'The light of the fire bloomed and flickered in mid-air, turning into a raging flame that seemed to light up the gloomy sky—'

Many people heard a thunderous sound, rumbling and flashing through the clouds; ’

The first, second, and third streams of smoke fell from mid-air, trailing with a long trail. ’

'In ten years, few people have seen a battle of this magnitude; ’

And at first, some even thought it was the return of the Empire, which reminded many of the great battle that took place in Byrne—'

In fact, the video footage of the many adventurers who stayed here on that day is enough to prove the authenticity of this text; It's just that when those churning fires, thundering sounds, and smoke billowing from the sky, along with the videos that record everything, are uploaded to the community—

The whole community, the whole Division III, the whole of Aitalia shook.

After watching the whole video for the third time, the wandering horse still couldn't hide his excitement. He gently placed his hand on the keyboard and wrote the following line above the title:

'With one against a hundred, a new era may have arrived-'

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